die2bthin
New member
(Note: I posted this as my introduction in the Newcomer's section, but I think posting it again will give people viewing my diary a chance to get to know me a bit.)
Hello, my name is Gina, and I am finally fed up.
I just turned 22 years old in September and I reside in a nice, cozy apartment in Fort Wayne, Indiana with my wonderful husband, Larry. We have two "kids" of the four-legged variety. We have a cat named Tinkerbell and a Dachshund puppy named Dixie.
I like karaoke, scrapbooking, shopping, spending time with my friends, cooking, the color pink, and country music. I'm in love with John Cena (don't tell my husband!) and enjoy watching Dr. Phil.
I'm 5'5" and I weigh 340 pounds.
I absolutely abhor who I am on the outside. I refuse to accept it any longer. I'm tired of going shopping with my girlfriends and having the salespeople look at me as if to say, "What the heck are you doing here?" I'm tired of having a low self-esteem. I'm tired of clothes not fitting right on me. I'm tired of being told I have a pretty face. I'm tired of not feeling good enough. And for the longest time, all I did about it was sit on my butt, stuff my face, and feel sorry for myself. But not anymore.
I am taking action. I realize that what I'm doing is going to be a long, uphill battle, but I really am prepared to fight now, as unmotivated as I can sometimes be. I used to tell myself that I'd rather be fat and happy than thin and miserable. I tried to trick myself into believing that I was indeed happy with who I am, but like Dr. Phil says, you can't change what you don't acknowledge. For me, there is no possible way to be fat and happy. And I can't deny it anymore. At 340 pounds, I am extremely overweight and in danger of getting Type II Diabetes, Asthma, and being infertile (if I'm not already), to name a few.
I am no longer depressed about being extremely overweight. I'm angry with myself. I deserve so much more than this, and so does Larry. I know I have major potential and I need to start using it. How could I have done this to myself for so long? I'm not hurting anyone but me. I'm done hurting myself.
To my friends and loved ones who say that they love me the way I am, I am thankful for their acceptance, but I do not love me the way I am, and that's what really matters. I would rather have their motivation and encouragement than their acceptance.
I'll post about my progress as I continue on my journey of weightloss. Here goes everything, because enough is enough.
Hello, my name is Gina, and I am finally fed up.
I just turned 22 years old in September and I reside in a nice, cozy apartment in Fort Wayne, Indiana with my wonderful husband, Larry. We have two "kids" of the four-legged variety. We have a cat named Tinkerbell and a Dachshund puppy named Dixie.
I like karaoke, scrapbooking, shopping, spending time with my friends, cooking, the color pink, and country music. I'm in love with John Cena (don't tell my husband!) and enjoy watching Dr. Phil.
I'm 5'5" and I weigh 340 pounds.
I absolutely abhor who I am on the outside. I refuse to accept it any longer. I'm tired of going shopping with my girlfriends and having the salespeople look at me as if to say, "What the heck are you doing here?" I'm tired of having a low self-esteem. I'm tired of clothes not fitting right on me. I'm tired of being told I have a pretty face. I'm tired of not feeling good enough. And for the longest time, all I did about it was sit on my butt, stuff my face, and feel sorry for myself. But not anymore.
I am taking action. I realize that what I'm doing is going to be a long, uphill battle, but I really am prepared to fight now, as unmotivated as I can sometimes be. I used to tell myself that I'd rather be fat and happy than thin and miserable. I tried to trick myself into believing that I was indeed happy with who I am, but like Dr. Phil says, you can't change what you don't acknowledge. For me, there is no possible way to be fat and happy. And I can't deny it anymore. At 340 pounds, I am extremely overweight and in danger of getting Type II Diabetes, Asthma, and being infertile (if I'm not already), to name a few.
I am no longer depressed about being extremely overweight. I'm angry with myself. I deserve so much more than this, and so does Larry. I know I have major potential and I need to start using it. How could I have done this to myself for so long? I'm not hurting anyone but me. I'm done hurting myself.
To my friends and loved ones who say that they love me the way I am, I am thankful for their acceptance, but I do not love me the way I am, and that's what really matters. I would rather have their motivation and encouragement than their acceptance.
I'll post about my progress as I continue on my journey of weightloss. Here goes everything, because enough is enough.
I'm going to try to revert back to going to bed early and getting up early.